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Chapter 4: Sit On My Face
It had been a week, now. A week of dressing that sweet little body in luscious silks and velvets. A week of meeting that cold gaze. A week of serving cakes and tea, watching that lovely mouth pick at them daintily, wishing it were otherwise occupied…Sebastian sat across from his master in a carriage driven by Bardroy. They were on their way to London for some ghastly social affair that neither was looking forward to. The other servants had gone ahead to ready the townhouse for the master's arrival.
Here, alone with his master, Sebastian did not attempt to politely avert his eyes or make small talk. He stared insolently. His young master's proximity, along with the jostling of the carriage, were making the torment almost unbearable. He deliberately fixed the boy with his smoldering gaze. Ciel met it just as deliberately with his cold one.
"Sebastian, do you desire release?"
The demon did not mince words. "Yes, my lord."
"Very well then, do what you must."
"Here, sir?"
"Of course here! Don't try my patience with frivolous questions."
"Yes, my lord. Thank you, my lord."
Uttering those words made Sebastian feel a delicious type of shame. Only for you, my master… only for you do I debase myself…
He unbound his aching member and exposed it to the young master's brazen stare. He looked his master directly in the eye and began to pump the shaft, slowly at first, then more vigorously. Humiliating himself in this way, with his fully-clothed master watching him… oh, it was delicious! Sebastian's movements quickened and small, throaty noises escaped his lips.
"Wait, Sebastian."
"haaaa…." …so cruel….
"You will come when I tell you to, and not before. That is an order."
The demon stared at his master in disbelief. How long did he intend to draw this out?
Then suddenly, the boy was kneeling between his knees, grasping Sebastian's cock in his delicate hand. He drew it toward his mouth and gently placed the head inside. "…ooohhhhhh…" Sebastian could not stop his moans now. His master's wet mouth swirled around his most sensitive spot, causing him to pulse with desire. Ciel sucked vigorously on the tip of his cock, then momentarily removed his lips and licked down the length of the shaft from underneath, moving from the tip to the base, then back up again. "…Master…."
"Very good, Sebastian. You may come now."
At those words, the young lord immediately wrapped his mouth again around his butler's cock, holding it inside, warming it, wetting it…
Sebastian saw stars. "Y-yes…. my…. lord…. " Roughly, he thrust into the delicate little mouth, unable to hold back the savage lust that had built up over seven days of torture. With a wolf-like growl, he released his load down his master's throat. To thoroughly defile such a pure little body… to dirty him so he can never be clean again… Oh, Master…. You ordered me to do it… you wanted it… "….aaah….."
Ciel swallowed the sticky fluid greedily, sucking his butler's cock further into his mouth as it became limp, feeling the small pulses as he abused the overstimulated member with his quick little tongue.
Sebastian watched as the young lord pulled his head back, a single strand of moisture still clinging to him, connecting his lips to his butler's cock. The sight sent a shudder of pleasure down the demon's spine.
"Did you like that, Sebastian?"
His butler seemed barely able to form words. His voice came out hoarse. "Very much, bocchan."
"Sebastian…"
"Yes, sir?"
"Don't leave that thing hanging out. It's most offensive."
"Of course, my lord." Cold, so cold…
Sebastian bound his member up tightly and refastened his trousers. Even those rather awkward, uncomfortable actions became part of a seductive game in the presence of his master's commanding gaze. If anyone else saw him like this, he would not let them live. But with his young lord… he welcomed this humiliation. Master, what have you done to me?
***
"Horrible news, my lord - I'm so sorry! The entire first floor was flooded in that huge storm a few days ago - the whole thing is rife with mould, and the servants' quarters are ruined. Oh, I'm so, so sorry…"Ciel attempted what he thought was a reassuring pat on the head, but it only made the shaking Mey-rin flinch from him. "It's not your fault, Mey-rin. I'll reserve rooms for you and the others at a local inn for the next few days. I'll make sure it's a good one, nice and clean. Sebastian will see to it."
"Oh, thank you, my lord!" the servants chorused in unison, tears streaming down their faces.
Ciel gave his butler a curious look as they entered the somewhat moist and quite foul-smelling ground floor of the townhouse. "Do you suppose they honestly thought I'd make them sleep in this filth?"
"They were subjected to much worse before they came to us, my lord."
Ciel turned toward his butler, and his tone became slightly hushed "And where will you be sleeping, Sebastian?"
"There is a guest accommodation on the second floor, close to the master bedroom. I shall take that room, if you do not object. I should not like to leave my master unattended overnight."
"Thank you, Sebastian. I appreciate that."
Sebastian's step faltered for a moment. Bocchan had never… thanked him. It was alarmingly akin to being treated like an equal. What could the master be thinking?
***
Ciel sat in his easy chair that evening, sipping his chamomile tea and reading a recent issue of a periodical focused on children's stories. He'd outgrown the stories for the most part, but he cultivated a taste for them in service to his toy company. It wouldn't do to lose touch with the trends.
He started up as he felt his butler's hands fall on his shoulders from behind. Then he relaxed again as they began to knead the tense muscles in his shoulders. "..aaahhh…" he moaned appreciatively.
As the demon's touch began to work its magic on him, he laid his head back and gave up on reading, the magazine dropping unheeded onto his lap. "…Sebastian?"
"Yes, my lord?"
"Why are you massaging me?"
"Do you dislike it, my lord?"
"No. I just… you never did that before…. I mean, except for the one time…"
"I do what is required by my duties as your butler, my lord. Relieving your physical tensions is one of those duties."
That hadn't exactly answered the question. "I see."
Ciel was silent for a spell, and seemed like he might even be asleep as Sebastian knelt at his feet and removed his shoes. The demon peeled off his master's right sock and began working the tension out of the muscles in the small, delicate foot, drawing a small gasp as he brushed a sensitive spot.
As he continued to lightly rub his dozing master's foot, Sebastian drank in the sight of his delicate young lord in repose. His perfectly tailored suit, slightly rumpled from a day of travel but still showing his slim figure to advantage, the magazine laid across his lap, his hands folded casually on top of it, his mouth slightly open, displaying his sweet pink lips. His eyepatch remained on, his exposed eye closed and his long lashes brushing his cheek. His hair fell across his forehead in a way that made Sebastian desperately want to brush it aside and watch it fall back in place. A pointless act, of no consequence… oh, my young lord…. what have you done to me?
"Sebastian."
The sudden utterance startled Sebastian out of his reverie. "My lord?"
"I wish to retire. Please wake me at seven o'clock."
Sebastian flinched at the curt dismissal. "As you wish, my lord." He bowed and retreated to his
quarters.
***
Left alone, Ciel attempted to order his jumbled thoughts. When his butler touched him like that… Damn you, demon!
The earl threw off his clothes, leaving them in a heap for the vile creature to sort through later. Insolent beast…
Sebastian had become far too familiar… but had Ciel brought it on himself? He shook himself angrily. Since when do I doubt myself? What in the hell is wrong with me?
Perhaps it would clear his head if he just relieved this tension between his legs…
*
London townhouses, even those designed for the very wealthy, were not known for their sound insulation capabilities. Even disregarding that flaw, Sebastian happened to have superhuman hearing, and to have tuned it in the direction of his master's bedroom in case of any attack on his precious lord.
As such, he heard the young earl's every movement. He heard Ciel peel off his clothes. The demon removed his own clothes and sighed with relief as he removed his cock from its bonds - he was not allowed to touch himself, but at least during the night he could let his now seemingly permanent erection have free rein to breathe in the privacy of his room. Then he heard the slap of skin on skin, repeated rhythmically…. there's only one thing that could be… the demon flushed with arousal and want, then with anger and jealousy. Why does he taunt me so? Why do such a thing when I am here to satisfy him?
Finally, he began to hear soft whimpering sounds coming from the wall that separated them, and he could bear it no more. Donning a dressing-gown, the demon slipped into his master's room.
He stood for a moment, unobtrusive in the corner, not that his master was particularly alert to what was happening around him at that moment, of course…
Ciel lay tangled in already sweat-soaked sheets, back arched upward and head thrown back, grasping his hard length in his hand, breathing in sharp, staccato breaths as he pumped back and forth.
Sebastian smiled. Amateur.
"Allow me to assist you, my lord."
The look on Ciel's face was worth every bit of wrath the demon had just incurred. It was simply beautiful. There was that pretty blush drenching his cheeks in pink - then there was the wide-eyed look of guilt which, despite all his lordly pride, could not stop his inborn British reservations from telling him his pleasure was a horrible sin… Oh, how I love the aristocracy, mused Sebastian.
"I did say, did I not, that it is my duty to relieve your physical tensions. Do you not desire me to do so?"
"S-Se…"
"Because if you do not…." the demon threw off his robe and suddenly was above his young lord, pinning him to the bed, grinding their two prominent erections together mercilessly. "If you do not… you will have to order me to stop."
Ciel stared up at the lustful demon above him. Gone was the subservient butler who had played by his master's rules for the past eight days. In his place was a very different beast indeed. A very hungry beast. The boy shuddered… not with fear, he found, but with delight. This is what I wanted. I gave him what he wanted, now he is giving this to me.
Without warning, the earl was hoisted up into the air. Sebastian installed himself face-up on the bed and planted his lord's naked hindquarters directly on his face. Ciel stared down at his butler's eyes, peering up from between his thighs with a wildly playful glint. I am completely exposed… he will know if the slightest thing excites me…
The young master blushed beautifully, and Sebastian gloried in it. I think I can make you turn redder than that, my lord, just wait… The master's sweet little balls dangled temptingly above him. He took them into his mouth and sucked, as if he would swallow them whole, listening raptly to his master's gasps from above. He felt pre-cum drip from the tip of the master's cock onto his nose. Delightful! Then he moved in for the kill.
Ciel's blush spread rapidly to cover his entire body as he felt his butler's agile tongue probing at his entrance. Sebastian worked and worried at the tightly puckered hole, relishing the sweet sounds of confusion and then pleasure coming from above. Finally, he gained enough purchase to plunge his tongue in completely. Ciel gasped, his eyes widening, still trying to get a grasp on what his butler was doing to him. It felt unbelievable, but… that he would do such a thing for me...
Sebastian, meanwhile, was not having trouble grasping anything. His arms intertwined with his young lord's legs, holding the boy fast right where he wanted him, plunging his tongue into his master, hearing those sweet sounds… oh, Master...
The demon's unnaturally long tongue soon found the bundle of nerves that would give his master the most pleasurable ride of his life. He abused it shamelessly. Ciel felt himself being filled with the warm wetness, stimulating him in ways he did not know were possible, drawing little gasps and moans from his lips no matter how he tried to stay silent. "….aaa-aahh…."
As the noises became more fevered and desperate, Sebastian grasped the young master's cock. He gazed up appreciatively at the view of his bocchan above him, his pulsating member an inch from Sebastian's face, the flushed face above looking down at him, blushing even redder as he saw his butler looking back, aware of the highly revealing angle he was being seen from.
Suddenly Ciel snapped. This was not fair at all, and he would damn well show this beastly demon how shameless he could be. "I quite like it, Sebastian. I like it when you tongue my ass. Take your hand off my cock, though. I want to cover you with my cum on my own."
Sebastian froze, his neglected member pulsating wildly. Oh, my lord… As he watched, his tongue still buried deep inside his master, Ciel pumped his engorged prick, brushing his butler's nose with it, gasping out his pleasure. Sebastian shoved with his tongue into the most sensitive spot, sending his young master over the edge. Ciel gave a final stroke and began to spill his seed onto his butler. As Sebastian enjoyed the beautiful view of his master's cum shooting out onto him, he felt something build within him.
Ciel moaned as he released his load all over his butler's face and hair, still pumping at his cock.. "….aaahhh… there…. there it is. Is that what you wanted, Sebastian? Is that what you were waiting for? It's still coming out… here, have some more…."
Sebastian let out a low moan of his own, now, as he felt wetness spill from his erect member. "….ohhhhh…" he sighed with his release.
Ciel gently removed himself from atop his butler, and glanced at the demon's limp cock, covered with jism and still trickling more.
"Sebastian, I specifically told you…"
"I did not disobey your order, my lord."
"Then…"
"You did that, sir. You and your delightfully filthy mouth."
Ciel blushed and sputtered cutely, and his butler smiled sardonically. "Just can't keep up the facade, can you, my lord? You're a blushing little girl on the inside."
"How dare you!"
"Don't worry, master… I won't tell…" Sebastian was struggling not to laugh now. "I'll bet you're ticklish, too…" He reached instinctively for his master's delicate ribs and began to poke at them. Ciel hurriedly backed away.
"Sebastian… you… I order you… "
"To what? Not tickle you? So you are ticklish, then?"
And Ciel did the only thing he could think of. He threw a pillow.
It was returned with considerably greater strength behind it, knocking the young earl onto his back on the bed.
"You shouldn't be able to do that, you know."
"I'll have you know I am one hell of a butler. I can do what the hell I like."
"You are far too lighthearted about all this, Sebastian."
All at once, his butler was above him, gazing into his eyes, making him quite uncomfortable. That darkness in the demon's eyes spoke of things for which there might never be any words. It spoke of a depth of feeling neither of them was ready to admit. "If you would like me to be serious, my lord, you have but to say so." The demon's voice was rough with emotion.
"Sebastian…" Ciel did not know how to finish his sentence. He simply needed to speak his demon's name. "…Sebastian…" he felt all muddled. "I rescind my order not to pleasure yourself. You may do as you will for your pleasure."
"As you say, my lord. I will endeavor to follow your new order to the best of my ability."
New order?
Ciel felt he'd better not say anything else he might regret later. "Goodnight, Sebastian," he managed, before he drifted off to an exhausted slumber.
The demon loomed over his young charge, relishing this peaceful moment. He stroked the side of the young lord's face, possessiveness infusing his every movement. My precious one… MINE… never stray from me… I could not bear it.
A/N: Pillow fight. Yeah, I went there.
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